I love hula hooping. Supposedly now that I'm in my 20s and no longer wear Osh Kosh overalls I'm to call it "hoop dancing" but I call it hula hooping.
I own three hula hoops. The first is a classic, yellow with flashing lights, bought at Target. Her name is Hulie and she got me through some tough days in college. The second is another yellow hula hoop, made for grown ups, with shiny tape spiraling around it. Though it remains nameless, I have mastered different skills and honed my bad ass-ness. The third is brand new, also nameless, and serves a fun purpose. It is weighted, and rainbow colored, and makes everything that much more challenging!
There is nothing quite like the pure joy I get when I'm hula hooping. I will just stand in my living room for an hour, switching directions and spinning around and trying to hoop on different limbs. Sometimes I watch TV, sometimes I put on music and try to stay on beat. Whether it is for 5 minutes or 40, hula hooping is one of my favorite things to do with my body.
When people come over to my apartment, they are first intrigued, then embarrassed, then usually they too discover the joy of hula hooping! Everyone can at least keep the weighted hoop up for a couple of beats, and a few of my friends are even improving!
So that is what is making me happy today, and I strongly encourage you to go to Target and buy a hula hoop of your own. I swear, it's happiness magic!
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